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The breeze came up and tapped me on the shoulder,

 I turned to face it, but it had already passed me,

Changing direction it came and nudged me down the hill,

The sun had sent it,

To tell me that she’d be going soon,

And I better not be caught up here alone.

 

As the sun put on her evening show,      

And dusk crept in to take up the day,

Night hesitated to swallow up the mountain,

The animals ate their evening meals,

And began to think of bedding down.

 

I wanted to stay,

I wanted more time with the mountain,

The wind nudged again and reminded me,

I better not be caught up here alone.

 

As I headed down,

I looked around,

Trying to remember every scene,

To commit to memory the place where your ashes now played,

I’d never be here again,

Not in this way,

Not with you.

 

I’d better not be caught up here alone.

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